Page 20 of The Queen

I didn’t think I was being wise. It was just common sense. Instead of replying, I replaced my finger with my lips, coaxing his apart, until he kissed me back. He groaned against my mouth as I rocked my hips, feeling the thickening ridge swell in his pants.

His grip returned to my waist, stopping any thought of movement. “It’s late. You need to sleep.”

It was late, but I wasn’t tired enough to ignore the tightening ache between my thighs. “I don’t want sleep.” I squirmed on his lap, illustrating what I did want, and trying to ease the growing throb with the barest friction.

He held me still, despite my efforts, and a smile teased at the edges of his stoic lips. “Needy little omega.”

In a feat of strength that would have been difficult and awkward for most, he stood up without jostling me much. I threw my arms around his neck, afraid he might drop me, but his hold never wavered. The room moved past me in a blur just before my back hit the mattress.

Lex hovered over me, an imposing silhouette, and butterflies took flight inside my belly. Warmth spread across my skin as I realized he was standing there, just looking at me. Self-conscious embarrassment rose, and I immediately tried to cover myself.

He tsked, “No, love. Never hide yourself from me.” With gentle hands, he coaxed my arms away, barring me to his sight. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

His eyes were like lasers licking warmth over my skin. I wiggled, feeling my body heat before his grip tightened on my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. Following the path his gaze had taken, his lips traced along my collarbone and dipped between my breasts.

He paused, and I whimpered, hoping he would give in to my pleas.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“You need to rest. If you close your eyes and relax, I’ll continue.”

My eyes snapped shut on their own, and I went completely still. I could feel him smile against my skin as his lips trailed soft kisses over the curve of my breast before taking an aching peak into his hot, wet mouth.

I held my breath to stifle the urge to moan or arch into him as his tongue rasped over my nipple. There was little chance I’d be able to hold out much longer, but I was going to try. I ached to grab him and rip his clothes off, but he kept my wrists in place with an iron grip.

When sparks flitted behind my eyelids and my head felt light, I sucked in a lungful of air and he pulled away, letting his teeth drag over the sensitive tip. “Shhh, you’re supposed to be trying to sleep,” he said, and pressed a finger to my lips, shushing me.

My arms were free now, but I didn’t dare move for fear he might stop. But he also made no move. When I was nearly at my limit, and didn’t think I could bear the suspense any longer, he finally shifted, cupping my breast in one hand and his mouth descended to the other to ravish that neglected bud.

Oh, how I wanted to cry out and scream. It took everything in me not to, as his teeth scraped over my stiffened peak. His fingers pinched the other in time with his tongue and I drew in a gasp. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, wanting more even while my nipples were bordering on unbearably sensitive.

He pulled away and I could imagine him studying me to see if I’d moved, so I remained as still as I was able while desperate longing drowned me.

What he saw must have pleased him, because his lips returned to my skin, kissing a fiery path down my stomach. He skipped past the apex of my thighs, only to begin again on the inside of my splayed knee.

The torture of waiting and wanting was a delicious suffering, and whimpers and pleas caught in my throat where I swallowed them down. He lifted my leg to his shoulder and continued his agonizingly slow path down my calf to my ankle. Taking his time, he explored the curved arch of my foot with his tongue, sending jolts of sensation through my nerves. I didn’t know how much longer I could rein in my responses, but I desperately wanted more.

Slick coated the inside of my thighs as he nipped at my toes and started his way back up my leg. I was panting and trembling with restraint. He must have been pleased by my efforts, because his calloused hands finally urged my legs apart, baring my core to his gaze.

My breath stuttered with anticipation, but I was still too scared to move. I didn’t know what he intended, but I knew I didn’t want him to stop. After only a brief pause, his plush lips found my aching center, and as soon as his tongue swept over that swollen nub, I was already at the brink.

By the second stroke, I was tumbling over the edge into oblivion. My whole body shuddered as my lungs gasped for air. An intense flood of heat rolled over me like a tidal wave of molten rapture.

The vibration of his dark chuckle rumbled against my drenched, overly sensitive core. I thought he was done, and the warm glow of the aftermath settled in. Little did I know that was only the beginning.

Chapter Thirteen

Alexi

My thumb and forefinger parted her drenched folds, and my tongue delved deep, lapping up her honeyed slick. I’d never tasted anything better.

Her velvet walls fluttered around my intrusion, and she trembled with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Yes, I knew she was tired, but I wasn’t nearly done.

I loved the way she held herself still, in absolute submission, letting me give her what she so obviously needed. We’d been keeping our distance out of respect for tradition, and catching up on endless piles of work, but my omega needed more, and it pissed me the fuck off. I’d be making that up to her every day for the rest of her life if she let me.

I was grateful I’d been able to steal away this sliver of time with her. To give her what she craved and remind her exactly what she was to me.

Everything.

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